SHADOWLAND: TAMARA'S SONG

In the ancient land of Doric, then a part of Camelot,
Lived a beautiful young maiden who was pampered quite a lot.
But the maiden craved excitement, more than Camelot could give
And she longed to find another, more exciting place to live.

Then a dark knight named Rebellion arrived on fiery steed
And promised her excitement if she would simply cede
The life she lived in Camelot and ride away with him
To the place that they called Shadowland on Hell’s most southern rim.

And Rebellion coaxed the maiden to climb aboard his steed,
And, together, they rode off as one and headed at great speed,
To that sunless land of shadows where there’s no-one to preside,
That lawless land of darkness where only fools reside.

Then, free of Camelot’s ethics, the maiden soon began
Her reeling, downward spiral which was fueled by Satan’s fan.
And the day her descent ended was the day she looked around
At the dismal life in Shadowland and that was when she found

That this way of life was pointless and she had to get away
But quickly found that there were many dragons she must slay.
Her only weapon was Resolve but she began the fight,
Often struck and cut and wounded, but she finally caught the sight

Of the road that led from Shadowland to a much more sunny place
And though it wasn’t Camelot, it was somewhere she found grace.
A place where she found purpose, helping those in desperate need
Of love and hope and counsel, and she’s helping them succeed.

Now, despite the scars she carries; despite battles that she’s fought,
She may never find that narrow road that leads to Camelot.
But she will always wear that mantle denoting she was one
Who fought her way from Shadowland to once more find the sun.

Copyright 2008 - phil cerasoli